Ballers Up In Here Lyrics

[Chorus](Nelly) I see nothing but gangstas up in here I see nothing but ballers up in here I see nothing but dope stacks up in here I see nothing but flossers up in here Ah Yeah We gon mash it up If you ladies want war we gon blast it up If you bitches got bling flash it up R.A.M Squad, Universal gon stack it up Ah Yeah (Nelly) You can catch me in tha back like Shaq, nigga, posted up Or at the bar with some broad, nigga, toasted up Any you open mouth niggers I'm a close 'em up Anybody wanna try I'ma burst it up I put a T.V. in her headrest I own I left a tattoo of Nelly on her, plus I was on on It's to the point I can't even get no rest at home How many times can a nigga change his phone Yeah I left with five bitches but I came alone Half these niggas couldn't do it if you became a clone Best let me run my game Cuz yall gon know my name when I bust that thang I'm like Celly in the club I need more Christmas Niggas pissed in the club Like who the fuck is this Country nigga in this bitch tryin' to take our shine I takin' yours I'm just expandin' mine, aiight [Chorus] (Ram Squad) I'm in the jet like diamonds... shinin' Twenties on the S-Tank system bombin' Rocks off the chain man... been grimmin' Ball till my knees mash Stash for the new Jag I'm now, win now got money to let my friends know Bend down, bend down, down underground When I pop up spray relms In and out of town for white ice But I ain't playin' Dru Down Cuz I'm platinum bound Gon through plus stacks Rugged like the motherfucker named Blacks Big Benz, Big Rims, Big spendin' it up Big ballin' ass nigga from the end of the Dub C'mon [Chorus] [Bridge](Nelly) Aiight we gon mash it up I'm in the 69 Rolls nigga gas it up Anything on the road I'm gon class it up 80" four screen screech trash it up (Ram Squad) Niggas want rhymes Yall bout to hear me shine If I don't sign back with quarters and dimes I'm nothin' but a baller till the day that I die I'm a live my life of crime (Sticky Fingaz) Don't trust no thug I'm around the clock Hopped out the spot lyin' around the block Stay long enough to find a shorty dead on the rocks No security, I'm greeting you with pounds and glocks Hennessy straight in the glass hold the ice I'm unpredictable my life is like a roll of dice Got bitches heads turning like the poltergiest Except they ain't gold diggers they want diamonds now Its guns, bitches,and weed when I'm in town Yo son your man wildin' better calm him down Before I beat with the handle and turn him into a vegetable And the next time I'm in town I'll fuck it up for the rest of yall (Ram Squad) Ball out like Stoudamire Wave back hairs dry like urban fire Blue faced, hard fame, like rocky rider We out in St.louis like Mark McGwire Twist snips spit fire like a tone barretta Millionaire in the ring rock the gold umbrella Got the cream cheese, chedder, and mozzeralla Tooth out baller yall, livin it better Put keys in the hood call me Mr. C Heavy neck with the bling like Mr. T Seen Nelly's blue truck so I copped the V Paid my way out of court so I copped a plea Now my slang like Onyx, puff on chronic Hear my voice hooked on phonics Everyone want to be a baller now Wanna be a big shot, shotcaller now [Chorus] [Bridge]